This really freaks me out. Just the first couple of pp's. The last paragraph is a horror.

The name Body Integrity Identity Disorder comes nowhere close to revealing the bizarre nature and horror of this rare condition.

Hey, consider the perqs; prime parking spots wherever you go, and a tricked out van courtesy of the taxpayer. Maybe even a cute little monkey to get your beer.

Oh, my...GD! *chuckle* Thanks for reminding me to lighten up. I've had a rough day around here...

I worked in Mental Health for several years -- never saw anything quite so bad. Did see a patient who was eating his fingers (literally). The trouble with "carl" is that he could continue to decide other body parts need to "go" like a lung or kidney (after all there are 2 of them).